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Words for the Journey

Discover a sanctuary of perspectives, tools, and shared experiences written for people living with grief.

Muted darkness has given way to lightened shapes of distant colors. Today, I can see through a tunneled kaleidoscope of prismatic, disarranged but softly spoken whispers of change. Today, I stepped beside the hole. The black hole, the one that ingests you till you bleed blackness, the blackness that tears your soul into mortifying shards of glass. Cocooned. Until the light reaches down, down to the center of the core and expulsed it's valiant prisms of light....to where I can see you now. To where I can hear you now. Today.